Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wings to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Young Marble Giants,
MDC,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.